The Crows Night Poem by Grace.M Collins

It's night now
And the crows are stirring
Up to their old trickery once more
Harbingers of death
Beloved by Morrigan
They watch with black eyes
A boy is running
Ever the victim
Ever the prey
Feathers ruffle in excitement
They fly beside him for just a moment
A silent companion
Fast enough that the boy only sees a passing shadow
Startled he falls
And the world falls with him
Waiting with abated breath
Laughter from the predator
As they circle like vultures
Crows are the harbingers of death
And they watch the scene hungrily
Suddenly noise and light erupt
Scared, the vultures run away
The boy is safe
The crows' trickery is foiled
They must wait for another day